The stone that the builders rejected has become the chief cornerstone.
This is the Lord’s doing; it is marvelous in our eyes.
This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
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When I was a mission pastor going door to door, asking people if they might be interested in attending a new church being formed, made for a brutally long day. Lots of rejection. A colleague told me not to take it personally. He said, "Remember, Deb, it is not you they are rejecting." That was supposed to make me feel better. Later, I realized that I had not stopped taking it personally when people chose not to come to the Lord's table. Again, I was reminded that it was not me they were rejecting. ( In some cases, it actually was me they were rejecting, but the idea that anything about me could drive them away from the Lord's table was not at all comforting. ) I do my best not to shame people into gathering. What joy is there in arm twisting? All I know for certain is that I don't belong at the Lord's table but God invites me anyway for one reason alone. God's love. God sets the table and provides the food. All God asks of us is thanksgiving and a willingness to be within an elbow's nudge of people we wouldn't invite into our homes. And we refuse. God takes this rejection personally. God just does rejection differently than I do. God gets up early, makes a new day and gives us another chance. Over and over and over again.
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Holy God, dinner with you sounds marvelous. I'll be there. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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